Lord Wyron

Fallout: Cascadia

I fucking love Fallout. Let me do some reading when I get a chance to sit down, I'm already tentatively interested

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I'm close to posting Renault's intro, but yeah, definitely seems like people are falling off the wayside already; which is what's giving me pause if I should post.

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If no one has any complaints, I'll go ahead and probably just paste Renault's original intro into the new thread, barring a few minor word/grammar edits I may find lol

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Apologies for sort-of being away. Classes start back tomorrow so I've been doing RL stuff in preparation for that.

@pugbutter As interesting as your idea is, I'm afraid Renault wouldn't be of much use there, he's sort-of been out of the loop for the last seven years as a borderline-vagrant. Any connections he has are gonna be shaky at best, inaccessible at worst. Dude probably couldn't walk within spitting distance of a temple without getting dirty looks lol.

I'm good with anything you come up with @La Fleur. To be completely honest, I felt the tavern scene in the last iteration was a lot easier way to get characters introduced, and I'm racking my brain trying to justify Renault being at the execution, but I'll figure something out in the next couple days, hopefully.

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I was born ready 😤

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Alright, Renault's CS has been reposted in the Char tab with a few minor edits, mostly polishes, grammar fixes, changed his shield to a dagger, etc. Otherwise it's a direct port!

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Renault Beaumont | Disgraced Paladin

Character Full Name
Renault Beaumont

Gender
Male

Age
43

Race
Human

Height
6'2"

Weight
191lbs

Main Class
Warrior

Subclass
Spellsword (Former)

Appearance
Renault Beaumont is a man drastically changed over the course of seven years. In his youth, he looked the part of a knight in shining armor: tall, broad-shouldered, blue-eyed, and golden-haired with an air of noble grace. But now, exile has marked him. His hair, having lost its luster, is shaggy and disheveled, complemented by a scraggly beard already starting to gray. His eyes have grown lifeless and tired, with fresh wrinkles starting to form on his face, signifying his age.

His armor, once gilded plate and white cloak, has been replaced by a worn leather brigandine and undershirt with rough-hewn breeches, gloves, boots, and traveling cloak.

Personality Description:
A man shaped by his experiences, most of them negative, Renault is, in a word: lost. Troubled, uncertain, and penitent, who he is today is a far cry from the devout, self-assured man he used to be. Embodying nearly all the virtues one could think of for a crusader of justice, Renault's banishment from The Knights of the Merciful Sword was seen as a great shock.

Thrown into the streets of Draydon with naught to his name, Renault's grief gave way to cynicism and melancholy, leaving him a shell of his former self. Plagued almost constantly by feelings of unworthiness and self-doubt, Renault has all but forsaken his former identity, refusing to cast spells or perform miracles in Tyr's name, believing himself spurned by his former patron.

Yet despite his weariness, the core of Renault's personality is still there, not lost, but buried. Beneath himself is a man of strong faith and pure heart, not forgetting the Oath he swore to the people of Draydon, though long have they forgotten him.

Short Biography:
Born to the noble House Beaumont, Renault was groomed for knighthood as far back as he can remember. His childhood stories were tales of valiant knights and gallant heroes astride horseback, leaving the impressionable youth awestruck and determined to one day be a knight himself. As soon as he turned seven, Renault was given the title of page and sent to one of the castles in Draydon under the patronage of Lord Alistair, a former knight, himself. It was here where the brunt of Renault's training and education came from. He learned how to hunt, how to read and write, how to care for horses and armor, and eventually how to fight. The next eight years were spent in this regimen, with the complexity of his duties increasing as he got older. By the age of fifteen, Renault officially became a squire, now able to devote himself almost fully to combat training. Mastering the seven points of agilities, among them riding, swimming, climbing, fencing, and dancing. Six years later, at twenty-one, Renault became eligible for knighthood.

Now able to live out the dreams imparted to him as a boy, Renault consecrated himself to chivalry, joining others among the noble warrior elite. Spending his first few years of knighthood hunting, jousting, attending tournaments, and participating in round tables, Renault found himself feeling dissatisfied, as though he were being called to something greater than himself. That call found him, aged twenty-six, in the Knights of the Merciful Sword.

An order of paladins devoted to the tenets of Tyr, Renault believed that this was the opportunity he needed to answer this great calling. Giving up all lands, titles, and wealth and taking vows of poverty, chastity, piety, and obedience, Renault formally joined the Knights a christened Paladin: a position he would hold for ten years.

Alas, a time must come for all men to face temptation: either to resist or to succumb. Renault's temptation was named Alena. A beautiful handmaiden attending a Waterdeep noblewoman, Renault first encountered her in one of Draydon's many markets, stopping to retrieve a coin she had dropped. When eyes locked and fingers brushed, the seeds of early attraction were planted. Though seemingly insignificant, that first meeting would eventually be Renault's downfall.

Struggling with intrusive thoughts from their brief exchange, no amount of prayer or reading could ease Renault's mind. He had to see her again. Thus began a city-wide game of hide-and-seek: both parties developing more and more contrived ways to interact with each other over the course of months. A simple "Good day" and "How do you do?" spoke volumes; each overlong glance a yearning from the heart.

Finally, neither Renault or Alena could take it any more, and met in private with open intentions. A tryst was formed: a crossing of the space between stars as the two reveled in their forbidden union. But not all things are meant to last...

In less than a year, the two were caught. Alena was sent back to Waterdeep in disgrace, never to be seen again, and Renault was banished from the Merciful Sword. In one fell swoop, he had lost everything.

The last seven years of Renault's life have been a blur of misfortune and despondency. Left with nothing, he turned to drink as a means of coping, fading into obscurity in the back room of a tavern. Believing that his actions have shamed not only himself, but Tyr, Renault distanced himself from his past as a paladin; with only his memories and the few trinkets he was allowed to take as keepsakes.

Why have you come to Draydon?
First arrived as a seven year old to be trained in the ways of knighthood. For nearly the last four decades, here he has stayed.

Fighting Style:
In his younger years, Renault blended swordplay with a myriad of holy spells taught to him by the Knights of the Merciful Sword. Favoring the longsword, Renault used the blade's natural versatility to his advantage: adopting either a one or two-handed grip depending on whether he wanted to keep a hand free for casting or focus on more powerful swings. Now, having given up spellcasting for nearly a decade, Renault relies on his sword and dagger in combat: using the former for more conventional duels and the latter for close-quarters surprise attacks. Though somewhat out of practice, Renault's years of combat training and muscle memory still make him a formidable foe able to near-seamlessly assume different fighting stances depending on his opponent(s).

Primary Armament: Steel Longsword
Secondary Armament: Steel Dagger

Inventory Items
-Crest of Tyr (Worn under his shirt)
-Waterskin (often filled with wine)
-Holy Book of Tyr
-Whetstone
-Wrinkled Note (Contents Unknown)

Coin Purse: 5 Gold

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I assume our existent characters from the last iteration can just be automatically ported over into the Char thread?? Lol

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Alright, everyone, a couple people have joined the server, but there's frankly not much traction. I'm keeping it up for a few more days, but if it stays as dead as it has been, I'm just going to kill it.

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ℜ𝔢𝔫𝔞𝔲𝔩𝔱 𝔅𝔢𝔞𝔲𝔪𝔬𝔫𝔱

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Waterdeep...the name sat on Renault's mind like a stone pressing down, threatening to cave his skull in. Drawing his hand away as the woman chose to cross hers rather than shake his, Renault ignored the small offense; the battle-adept had little need to stand on ceremony. But Waterdeep still weighed in his thoughts, and with it, memories of gold-strung hair and amber eyes.

Baldur's Gate set his thoughts West. Was this woman once part of the Watch? Or maybe one of the Flaming Fists, seeking fortune and glory where it could be found? Wherever she came from, her title 'The Wounded' had a story behind it. Some knights wore their monikers as a badge of honor, be they venerable or mocking. But others, himself included, maintained simple titles. For years he was Ser Renault of House Beaumont; after joining the Merciful Sword he became Ser Renault de Sanlow; now he was simply Renault, Oathbreaker.

When Alenia asked of his story, he found himself at a loss for words. For so long he had run from his past, longing to be forgotten but having nowhere to hide where the memories would not follow him. Even now, he found himself unable to fully let go. Oh, how he had wanted to tear the crest from his neck and hurtle it into the river. Or sell it and have enough coin for a decent breastplate. But his past was a part of him, and all the anger and vengeance in the world could not remove that.

Cupping his chin for a moment to stroke at his beard, Renault rolled his tongue around inside his mouth, pondering the question a few seconds longer. "I wasn't born here," he began, almost cautiously, "but I've lived here almost four decennium." He paused again, deciding how much he wanted to reveal and how much he would keep close to the chest.

"I hail from Sanlow, a town a few hundred miles from here. My father--" Renault stopped. He hadn't spoken to his father in nearly twenty years. The Lord Beaumont was not pleased to hear that his only son had joined an order of chaste knights. Had his oaths not required him to relinquish all wealth and titles, there was no doubt in Renault's mind that his father would have disowned him on the spot. 'Here ends the line.'

Renault smiled sadly, head slightly downcast. "Apologies. My father was the lord over there, presided over the town and a few villages on the outskirts. I chose a...different path."

Before he continue his story, a third voice chimed up beside them. Turning to look, Renault's expression immediately shifted to one of complete flabbergast. A Dragonborn. A night for strange occurrences indeed.

Recovering his composure, Renault mumbled for a few moments, once more finding his voice. "Uh, y-yes, of course. Assuming my company has no issue." He answered, motioning to Alenia for emphasis. In truth, though taken aback by the newcomer's presence, a part of him was thankful for the distraction. He had made it a point to speak little of his shame since his exile, even to Barric's prying. How could one simply say it? It would be like confessing all over again, waiting for the expectant gasps and murmurs of a judgmental crowd.

It stung, still: the feeling of his cape being torn from his shoulders, the plate pried off his body, sword tossed upon the cold marble floors of the temple. He was shamed then, naked in his sin. Would he be shamed again, with only a splintered shield to protect him?

@La Fleur @Rockin Strings